歌词
Turning tricks on the hood of Jasmine's car
That whole summer was really just too peculiar
You know I would of given it up to almost anybody
That had a little money and was sweet to me
Yeah I was down to give it up to almost anyone
Who was sweet to me
It was rough we had to crawl down to the basement
For to hide from this digital wolf
He had no eyes but he could see using electrical wind
Biting the prick that feeds me in my sister's bathroom
How can I function man in the face of all this butchery
My mind is exploding with sloppy murders
They've really poisoned my sexuality
How can I function there's no more Appollonian beauty to behold
Lille venn the heart is not dead
It's just bad weather in my temporary head
In my temporary head
Mamma my heart's not dead
It's just really bad weather in my temporary head
